PHOTOGRAPH—GAYLANI, BAGHDAD
By Constance NorgrenWho is she, standing just off-center,
her eyes on us, caught turning to us,
her arms folded over her chest,
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Constance NorgrenWho is she, standing just off-center,
her eyes on us, caught turning to us,
her arms folded over her chest,
By Homero AridjisA temple not in the temple
A temple apart from its form
A temple older than the stones
By Najwan DarwishFado, I’ll sleep like people do
when shells are falling
and the sky is torn like living flesh
I’ll dream, then, like people do
By Patricia Davisabout his sister how she
wanted
to be light
built night in her ribs
By Venus ThrashDeep in the heart of the Garden of Eden,
past the Euphrates & Tigris riverbanks,
the marsh grass, reed beds, bulrushes,
By Natalie DiazIn the Kashmir mountains,
my brother shot many men,
blew skulls from brown skins,
By Reginald HarrisGet off here. This is a story you've
been told: these streets before the trash,
the rats, the crack-heads nodding to ghost
By Truth ThomasShayna reads the Word and takes
the story of that first miracle as
serious as unpaid electric bills in
winter
By Remica L. BinghamThe weight of my parents,
the dawn of them;
my grandmother's lackluster
By Margaret RozgaLet there be drums and harps,
piccolos and flutes, violins,
banjos and guitars.